Wednesday, January 17, 2007

So Fanciful, So Savage

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Snow-Flakes

Come, see the north-wind's masonry,
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.
Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work
So fanciful, so savage, naught cares he
For number or proportion.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snow-Storm


Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.
The sled and traveller stopped, the courier's feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Snow-Storm


8 comments:

Tmoore said...

beautiful pictures Eva, i especially like the third one down; i wonder what kind of tree that is, all gnarled and twisted.

Tmoore said...

4th one down, i mean.

Eva the Deadbeat said...

5 points to anyone who can guess where that tangled tree is. Lani? I expect you to know this one...

Tmoore said...

i'm gonna guess the UVM walking trail.

la-la-lani said...

Nope! Corner of Maple and South Willard. Right on my block!!!

What can I spend my five points on? Chocolate? Spendy but fashionable jeans? A free trip to Helsinki?

Eva the Deadbeat said...

RIGHT ON! I knew the observant writer would call it! The 5 points can be applied to any of the following: fashionable cocktails, fancy coffee treats, a boatload of eclairs or a trip to Geneva with me as your flying partner! Choose away!

PS Don't you just love that creepy old house behind the twisted tree? I once wrote a script featuring a crazy villain living in that Gorey-esque Victorian house. It needs to be inhabited by a madman, not dull ol'students. Hrumph.

la-la-lani said...

The mysterious place I want to visit is the big old mason's lodge on church street. shoot, that reminds me, i want to go to ann taylor (in teh bottom of said building) and see if i can find a simple black dress for this stupid trip.

Eva the Deadbeat said...

ooh, i love the masons, love 'em. my grandpa was one and i wanted to go to his funeral to quiz them but it seemed in poor taste. we should break in and explore!

NOT stupid, it's New York!